I Have No One To Stand Behind
It embarrasses me I don’t know anyone that can fly that small flag beneath the larger one. I have to do a very long six degrees of separation to find someone and those degrees end with someone I have never met. Most people I would assume don’t even know what it means… but I do. I don’t care about the politics of the large flag and why the small flag is being flown again, I care about the love in raising that small flag up a pole in the first place.
This is the same flag, two photographs, five seconds apart, from a moving car.
I don’t have a home where a flag pole is possible, but I daydream of one and I daydream of what kind of flag I will believe in enough to raise up it, declaring my love.